I spuddle.

1.  I took a long break over Christmas in which I did not do a SINGLE WORD of writing.   Not a bit.   I shopped.   I wrapped.   I procrastinated.   I did not write.    AND NOW I AM REFRESHED!    Damn it, I am.   Totally refreshed.   Sort of.   Well, today I have a headache, but if I didn’t, I would most certainly feel very very fresh.   Like a daisy, except not a daisy because daisies smell like sweaty feet and I smell quite a bit better than that.   I think.

2.  I really really like music from the 70s.   When I’m alone, the music channel is set to schmaltzy seventies hits.   If you like me at all, you’ll have to accept that I can get really excited when I hear Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi when I’m at the coffee shop and will hush the children if they are so loud I can’t hear it properly.

3.  I spend a lot of time before I start a new book finding The Thing on line that I’m going to reward myself with when I’ve finished writing it and have SOLD it.   Yes, I have to sell the book to earn the reward.   Which is why I’m terminally depressed about how the Frye For The Ages boots at anthropologie sold out before I could sell (OK, and finish) (in the other order, obviously) WHAT YOU DON’T EXPECT.    Which I’m working on right now.   Or would be if I didn’t have to spend so much time finding a comparably lovely boot to focus the sunshiny rays of my love upon.   I am thinking that the Frye Carson is going to win the day for me, but SO MANY COLOURS TO CHOOSE FROM, it will take several more days/weeks of staring at them thoughtfully to decide.   Which is good because it’s going to take several more days/weeks for me to finish this book.    So you see how it all works out for the best in the end.

4.  I have a weird weakness for digestive biscuits.   I’d forgotten this until someone gave me a giant tin of assorted biscuits for Christmas and I meticulously cut through all the layers to pick out all the digestives.   They TASTE healthy, but they are not.    I may as well have a weakness for fudge that has been fried in fat.    On a related note, I’ve started weighing myself every day again, a sure sign that either I’m about to go nuts about my weight and/or I’ve become my mother, and also a good way of knowing this scientifically-proven fact:   Eating twelve digestive biscuits in one day can lead to weight gain of a full pound.

5.   I am not psychic, yet I know what happens at the end of The Bachelor because I read spoilers as though they are the next testament.   But I will not spoil it for you, my pretty peoplez.   (Also, I find it amusing to randomly end words with the letter ‘z’ instead of ‘s’.   Even though if other people did it, I would probably find it annoying.)   (I am trying to be a more tolerant person though in 2010, so maybe the New Me will not be bothered by other people doing something as irritating as ending all their pluralz with z!   It’s a new day!    It’s a whole new me!    Or, you know, some facsimile of the old me with slightly different hair and a really nice pink coat.)

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